[She waves Caitlyn to join her on the clean floor, smiling, and starts pouring the wine for both of them. Hermione is civilised so she's transfigured herself a cup too, previously.

She's just about done when Caitlyn speaks, and knocks her breath away a little. Eyes wide, expression soft.] Caitlyn...oh - you too. I'll miss you an awful lot as well. I don't think I'll ever find a partner in infiltration as bad at fibbing as me. [There's a sheepish smile, throat a little tight.]

Nor a fake girlfriend as tall, eh?